Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2008 20:18:26 -0000
From: port_pass
Subject: Thinking back - Part 21
Author: Alex, from Portugal
E-mail: port_pass@hotmail.com
Feedback much appreciated, off course.
This story may have non-consensual sex between males. Don't read it if
you're not legally allowed to or if it might disturb you.
Thinking back - Part 21
Fortunately, dad and Carlos were not home and mom was busy around the
house, so I had had a quiet lunch alone. Right after lunch, I put on my
sneakers, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and went out. I needed so bad to
be on my own, away from Nuno, Vitor and all the others that seemed to think
of anything else but to use me for their pleasure.
Most of all, I didn't want to see my brother Carlos. I still wasn't over my
loving admiration for him, but after he had shared me with Vitor I was
forced to recognize that he just wanted to use me, like all the others.
The hell my life had suddenly become was occupying my thoughts as I
wondered across the local park. The warm, sunny afternoon was helping clear
away my gloomy thoughts, when I suddenly felt a knot in my stomach. I had
spotted Gil, some distance away from me. He was chatting with some older
boys, which I recognised from the handball team where my brother also
played. He waved at me, calling me over. In a rush of panic, I ran away
from the main lane, decided to get away. I knew it would piss him off, but
I just couldn't face him right then. Almost without thinking, I pushed
through some bushes and jumped over the wall of the park.
Just as I landed on the sidewalk outside, I saw a bus coming and managed to
run to the stop just in time to catch it. Once inside, still panting, my
relief for having escaped Gil didn't last long. My heart sank when I
realised the conductor was precisely the one that had made me suck his cock
on the bus the day before, and who had also seen my arse mooned by Miguel
and his group of bullies a few days earlier.
He had a wide mean smile across his face as he saw me walking up to him on
the aisle and showed him my subscription. He took the small card from my
hand, examined it carefully, then turned to me with a grin, "Alexandre, or
is it Alex?" He gave my shortened name a mocking twist. I was too anxious
to insist on him using my full name, so I just mumbled "Whatever" and asked
him to hand me back my subscription card.
He again proceeded to examine it attentively, and then shook his head, "Not
so fast, I think I need to check this at the terminal. We have had some
fake cards going around and this one seems suspicious". I pointed out that
that the card was a little worn out from being in my pocked, but still in
perfectly good condition. Besides, he knew me very well from the bus. At
that, he grinned again and agreed, in a mocking tone, "Yes, I know you
well... very well, in fact". Then shoved my card in his shoulder sack and
coldly instructed me to take a seat and stay on the bus to the end of the
line, where he would clear everything up.
I knew it was useless to argue with him and it would only attract attention
from the other passengers, so I sat down and waited nervously for the last
stop.
When we got there, he signalled me to stay on, just as the last passengers
descended. The bus then moved to the parking area, where it would be making
time for the next trip. The conductor took the opportunity to draw the
curtains, to make sure no one could peep in from the outside. When the
driver shut down the engine, he told him to lock the bus and join us.
The driver was a heavy, balding man, probably in his late 40s, with a beer
belly stretching his uniform shirt buttons and overhanging the belt of his
trousers. In contrast, the conductor was around 30 and in good shape.
"This is the little slut I was talking about yesterday", the conductor told
him. The man looked me over and sneered, "So this is the slut, uh? Shit,
he's just a kid. Are you really serious about him sucking your cock?" I was
shocked and ashamed to realise the conductor had been commenting the
blowjob I had given him the day before, possibly to other colleagues apart
from this one. "I am dead serious. The little tramp was sucking off some
old man in the back seat of the bus and as soon as I took my cock out he
was on to it like a hungry calf. Gave me the best blow-job I've had in
years. Isn't that right, bitch?" As I had my eyes down, naturally
embarrassed by the whole situation, he raised my chin to get my attention,
then ran his fingers appreciatively over my lips.
I wanted to explain that it wasn't like that, that I didn't really want to
do it, but I knew it was useless and just looked down again, face burning
with shame, and nodded.
The conductor went on, "I don't know about you, but I am going to get some
more of this expert cocksucker mouth and this time I'm going to fuck his
faggot pussy too. I've been wanting to fuck him since I saw your son and
his buddies mooning the little sissy's hot, fat arse in the middle of the
crowded bus. At the mention of the driver's son I realised he looked
somehow familiar: he was Marco's dad, with just the same looks and heavy
bulk, only the son still had a lot more muscle than fat.
To make his point, the conductor pulled me to my feet, turned me around and
yanked my shorts down, unconcerned by my protests. "Look at that hot round
butt, man. Nice girly hips, too. He's just begging to be fucked". He shut
up my protests with a hard slap on my smooth buttock that made me jump and
yelp in pain.
The conductor quickly moved into action: he sat down, opened his trousers,
took his cock out and pulled my head to his crotch, bending me down by the
waist with my naked arse turned to the driver. I tamely opened my mouth and
took his cock in, once more. He hardly gave me time to adjust to his big
20cm [8"] cock before he roughly pushed it into my throat.
The driver had been ostensibly rubbing his crotch, obviously turned on, but
was still hesitant. However, watching me sucking cock seemed to motivate
him and I felt his hands grope my meaty arse. As he spread my big round
buttocks apart, the sight of my puffed out arse-lips seemed to impress
him. He whistled in surprise and commented, "Wow! Look at that hole! This
bitch's been fucked hard, that's for sure".
"I told you, he's one horny slut, this one", the conductor replied, "and
you have to try out this mouth, man. I bet you haven't had a blow-job like
this in a very long time." The older man still seemed to hesitate,
though. "I don't know about this. Haven't fucked a fag since I was in the
army. Besides, he could be my son; he's even younger than Marco." To make
good his offer, the conductor pulled me off his cock and made me face his
colleague. At the same time, he kept bending down and forced two fingers
into my aching arse-hole and rolled them around inside.
I now had the older man's bulging crotch right in front of my face. "Look
at that hot juicy mouth, and those thick rosy lips. This is not your son
and your son is not a faggot as far as I know". "No way, my son is very
much a man!" the other quickly asserted. "There you have it. This is a fag,
and this is what fags are good for. I'm sure this one's the school
bitch. He's probably been sucking off your son together with all his
buddies."
That thought seemed to strike a chord with the man. He suddenly pulled my
head up by the hair, forcing me to look him straight in the face. "Have
you, bitch? Have you sucked off my boy's hard teen cock?"
I suppose I could have lied, but instead I just nodded. It's hard to say if
my admission made him angry or turned him on, but it clearly did away with
any scruples he still might have. He opened his trousers and pulled then
down to his knees, together with his briefs. His hard cock jumped right in
my face. It was an ugly, mean-looking cock, not too long, maybe 16 cm [6
1/2"], but extremely thick, like a beer-can, and with turgid veins running
all over the shaft. Underneath was a pair of low-hanging egg-sized balls
covered in thick coarse hair. A strong cheesy smell hit my nostrils when he
pulled the tight foreskin back, freeing the big bloated knob. He slapped
the shaft hard on my face, and then rubbed the moist piss-slit on my
lips. "Open up, bitch!" he said, "Show me what a good cocksucker you are,
fag!"
He roughly shoved his wide cock in my mouth, forcing me to gag and
choke. In my struggle to stretch wide enough to hold his engorged member, I
couldn't avoid touching it with my teeth, which earned me a few vicious
slaps on my face. I tried to push away his legs to slow him down, but he
slapped my hands away and, with his hand on the back of my head, pressed my
face to his crotch, trying to force me to take in his whole shaft. At the
same time, my forehead had to fight the opposite pressure of his fat hairy
belly. I couldn't take much of the wide shaft, though it was enough to feel
the huge knob trying to stretch the entrance to my throat. It was obvious
that it couldn't go much further, at least not without some serious damage.
The two men were sitting on opposite sides of the bus aisle and I was put
across, bent over by the waist. I felt the driver's big knob pumping in and
out my throat just as the conductor replaced his fingers with his own 20cm
[8"] hard cock, rammed mercilessly hard into my aching hole.
I knew I had to finish-off the driver before his colleague finished using
my arse. I was terrified at the thought of having my poor sphincter
stretched to the mammoth girth of his cock. To make it worse, the conductor
was fucking my arse at full speed, making me fear that it wouldn't be long
before his balls started pumping out their hot contents.
My dedicated efforts on the driver seemed to be paying off, as he was
evidently getting more and more excited. He was panting hard and noisily
cheering me on with all sorts of obscenities, "Yeah bitch, suck that big
cock! Wish my wife would suck half as good as you do, you fucking whore!
Filthy faggot cocksucker, show me how much you love that big ugly cock!" At
the same time, my mouth was being flooded with more and more of his salty
precum, encouraging me to redouble my efforts.
However, he was determined to foil my little scheme. He suddenly pulled me
off his cock and pushed my face down to his balls. "Suck those big hairy
nuts for a while, slut. I don't want to cum before I try out your hot pussy
as well". I wanted to go back to his cock, but he forced me down again. I
felt so disappointed I actually started to cry. He laughed at my eagerness,
misinterpreting it, "Shit, you really are one cock-hungry bitch! Don't
worry, baby; you'll have plenty of other opportunities to fest yourself on
my thick cock". I had no option but to lick and suck his hairy, sweaty
ball-sack while he saved his cock to the dreaded punishment of my boy-cunt.
The conductor was far less noisy, but instead of obscenities, he urged me
with heavy painful slaps on my big arse. The brutal hammering of his
steel-hard cock deep inside was hurting like hell, but it me also generated
the irresistible pleasurable feelings that ashamed me so much, propping my
arse to buck back to meet his thrusts and my little boyish pecker to stand
up fully stiff from my hairless crotch.
To make it worse, just at the same time that the driver pulled me away from
his cock, the conductor remembered the irresistible sensitivity of my
nipples. To my horror, I felt his hands slide up my chest and his fingers
press around my little swollen nubs, first very gently, then suddenly with
a hard, vicious pinch. There was nothing in the world I could do to prevent
my anal muscles from clenching hungrily on his cock. And there was nothing
in the world either that could hold him back once he felt the strong,
unexpected squeezing of my self-minded cunt-hole. Grunting loud and ramming
hard inside me like a lunatic, he shot gush after gush of hot semen into
the depths of my accepting rectum.
As soon as he pulled out, the driver turned me around, forcing me to offer
my raped hole to his cock. I was almost thankful to the conductor for
having loosened me and lubricated me with his cum before I was forced to
take this inhumanly wide cock. Even so, it didn't feel like it was doing me
much good when I felt my sphincter being stretched to new impossible
dimensions.
At first, I just whimpered, feeling the huge knob opening me up for the
even wider shaft. I had just a few seconds to try to adjust before he
pushed some of the meat tube inside as well. The conductor had to press his
hand over my mouth to muffle my anguished screams, which went on until the
whole 16cm [6 1/2"] beer-can-thick cock was inside me.
The conductor pulled my head back down to lick off the slime covering his
cock, but that was the least of my worries, now that the driver was picking
up speed and slamming his beer-can-thick shaft in and out of me. The
conductor was working hard on my tender nipples while I sucked his cock
clean, which kept my luscious arse chewing tight on the huge shaft that was
raping me, keeping me under the control of the shameful lust that seemed to
be only waiting to come out and drag myself to my disgrace.
The devilish connection between my nipples and my inner cunt-hole brought
me once more to a humiliating orgasm, with the two rapists cheering the
disgraceful exhibition of unnatural pleasure arising from my own pain and
degradation.
Turned on by the display of my whoredom, the driver accelerated his hard
pounding of my poor battered hole. At the same time, the conductor, with
his 20cm [8"] again in full erection, forced me to align my neck with his
long shaft so it could easily slide in and out of my throat all through the
rough face-fuck he submitted me to. I still had to endure many long minutes
of their brutal assault on both ends, until at last, almost in synchrony,
they started filling me with squirt after squirt of hot, thick ball-cream.
When they finally slumped back, pulling their cocks from inside me, I
slumped to the floor, exhausted, with cum dribbling from my arse and my
mouth. I still had to fulfil the task of licking off the nasty slime that
covered the driver's shrinking cock. While I pulled my shorts up and they
arranged their trousers, I had to endure their lewd comments about my
cocksucking skills and how much they loved my cunt, as well as their
promises of repeating our little session very soon. Finally, the driver
unlocked the door and let me out, and I ran away from there, careful to
keep my swollen sphincter tight and prevent the overload of cum inside me
from leaking out.